Chapter 1258: Chapter 685: The Wedding Night Is the Wedding Night
Donggong Ruoshu’s body stiffened all of a sudden.
The sound of Chen Yi’s voice echoed in her ears; even a stupid girl, who normally knows nothing, felt goosebumps rising inch by inch all over her skin at this moment.
The candlelight burned ambiguously, casting a hazy yellow glow. The amber-colored wine was even more aromatic. Everything in the bridal chamber was perfectly arranged and complete, nearly identical to the room that unmarried girls imagined with both fear, shame, and joy when facing marriage.
"Shu’er, what’s wrong?"
And the seemingly perfect husband was gently inquiring from the side.
Donggong Ruoshu felt goosebumps rising once again. She frantically backed up a step, almost falling onto the ground and nearly knocking over the tables and chairs, but Chen Yi caught her firmly just in time, allowing her to barely stand steady.
Feeling the sensation on her hand, Miss Donggong was both startled and afraid.
Chen Yi furrowed his brows, gently reproaching, "Why are you so clumsy," then he leaned close to Donggong Ruoshu’s ear, whispering, "So stupid."
Miss Donggong was completely dumbfounded. She knew she sometimes couldn’t turn her mind quickly, but this isn’t, this isn’t... Chen Yi is like this, like this... Waves of goosebumps surged over her skin.
Chen Yi held her hand, raising the cup closer, "You don’t understand, then I’ll teach you. Come, let’s drink these wedding cups and then consummate the marriage. It’s easy, won’t hurt."
Donggong Ruoshu was jolted by these words, disregarding the goosebumps all over her body, she quickly said, "Chen, Chen Yi, how, how did you touch me?"
Hearing this, Chen Yi was instead the one who oddly furrowed his brows.
He furrowed his brows tighter, seeming as though she asked a very dumb question, but knowing her nature was exactly like this, Chen Yi never disliked stupid women.
Intelligent women are often difficult to handle, while stupid girls can be arbitrarily bullied.
And today being the wedding day, Chen Yi was extraordinarily patient, not teasing, he applied slight pressure with his fingertips, rubbing her increasingly cold wrist, patiently saying, "Shu’er, are you muddled? Ghost marriage, ghost marriage, though it’s a marriage contract separated by life and death, the conjugal reality must be fulfilled. If I couldn’t touch you, how could I exchange yang energy, how... to truly make you mine?"
He smiled faintly, whispering, "There is naturally a way to touch you."
As his words reached her ears, fragments of heard stories flashed through Donggong Ruoshu’s mind: binding the spirit with red thread, paving the bed with paper money, burning rhino horn incense to connect the supernatural... those tales originally told by the aunts outside the courtyard seemed now tangible, transforming into invisible ropes binding her.
Donggong Ruoshu’s heart was startled.
This time, could she truly lose her virginity...
Memories of the Capital City Palace flooded her mind; she had originally wanted to persuade Chen Yi to stop, yet through a twist of fate, left her garments torn. At that time, his gaze upon melon seeds was piercingly focused!
Thinking of this, Donggong Ruoshu’s soul and spirit nearly dissipated from fright, suddenly exploding with energy, fiercely shaking off Chen Yi’s hand.
"I won’t! I won’t marry you!"
She shouted, crashing into the red lacquered door, stumbling into the outside world.
But the Prince Mansion was no longer the familiar mansion. The pillars, lanterns, plaques, all scenery seemed carved from the same dark, wooden ink slab, infinitely extending, endlessly duplicating.
She ran desperately, the bridal chamber already vanished behind her, yet the scenery on both sides remained unchanged, only her own footsteps echoing hollowly in the dead silence.
Run, run for who knows how long until her strength was nearly exhausted, she finally saw a different, slightly taller door, like the hope leading to the outside world.
Summoning her last strength, she pushed forward, forcefully opened it.
The familiar red candle glow greeted her face, Hundred Children’s Tent, wedding cups, jade-carved dragon and phoenix... she had unexpectedly crashed back into that bridal room adorned with the joy characters, even the arc of shaking wine on the table was identical.
Donggong Ruoshu stood frozen, blood roused and cooled, she moved her feet slightly, backed up a few steps, ready to turn and run.
But she hadn’t turned around yet and collided with a solid chest.
Chen Yi was behind her.
The corner of his groom’s attire came into view, Chen Yi was very close, lowering his head slightly to look at her, his face still smiling as though never leaving.
His voice was gentle, yet each word startling:
"Shu’er, this won’t do; years ago, I fled your wedding in the Capital City, today returning the favor, is it your turn to want to escape?
When will revenge ever end?"
Donggong Ruoshu’s face grew stiffly rigid.
"Since you’ve lured me, do you think... you can still escape?"
Back then, Little Fox didn’t escape either, eventually becoming a concubine obediently, letting herself be toyed with, endlessly demanded, only begging softly.
As for the subsequent uncertainties hinted at, haha, it was merely intentional, not genuinely manipulated by her.
And a stupid girl like Donggong Ruoshu was even more hopeless.
Donggong Ruoshu just reacted from rigidity, immediately realizing that if she didn’t try to fight back now, soon would be too late, the deed of marriage accomplished, returning to Western Jin days later would likely have her cradling a child like Qin Yue’s, how then to justify herself before her father and family?
However, as the thought arose, Chen Yi seemed to have already glimpsed her mindset, his fingertips moved slightly, wisps of Sword Qi silently and seamlessly infiltrated her acupoints, precisely sealing the passageways of True Qi flow, leaving Donggong Ruoshu unable to muster any strength.
She still wanted to escape, yet Chen Yi scooped her from beneath her knees, cradling her entirely.
Perhaps Chen Yi applied too much force, causing the large melon bound in her bridal attire to bounce up twice before settling back down smoothly.
Donggong Ruoshu lifted her head, attempted to speak, but Chen Yi quieted her with a touch on her mute acupoint, softly chuckling, "Women always say no, I had thought Shu’er would be different. It’s fine, don’t be afraid, it won’t hurt."
His words, his expression, all appeared sincere, all appeared earnest, as if this truly was the fulfillment of his dream, painstakingly cultivated completion.
Donggong Ruoshu couldn’t speak, her eyes widened more and more in shock, yet widening them any further was futile, for Chen Yi had already carried her back into the bridal chamber, gently placing her onto the bed.
Soon after, his hands moved softly, slowly, inch by inch, unbuttoning the fasteners.
With a click, gone was the restraint, the large melon along with melon seeds bounced once more, smoothly sliding aside to both sides.
The stupid girl’s brain went completely blank, her eyes widened beyond any further widening.
Melon seeds once again...
Having thought he had become a ghost, untouchable, Chen Yi could never have his way...
That moment when the cool fingertips touched the skin, Donggong Ruoshu’s mind turned blank.
The stupid girl’s mind couldn’t turn anymore; she took a deep breath and simply stopped.
Indifferent.
Since consummation is needed,
So be it... consummation...
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